Well, breakfast is on time.

Playful Snowdrop, happy girl, wanting a partner in crime from the minute we leave school. Or even before we leave.

I take her to the library. It's been a long time since we've been here! I love the books, she loves everything.

Everything.

Everything.

(Using every last muscle to pull over a crate...)

(A library version of a holiday tree. She likes it!)

At the farmette now: cheepers, we don't have any bread for you right now! -- a line we deliver again and again as they run out to greet us.

At the farmhouse, playing ball with ahah. She is good!

And always there must be time for towers and for arranging all the Duplo children so that they too can eat baguettes and share water.

I no longer notice the gray skies. Nor the drizzle nor the rush of time. Snowdrop plays, the tea kettle whistles, the day sings.
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